Bride for bondage 2.
By: Date: 2023.10.08. Categories: Just Bondage Stories,Just Wife Stories Tags: , , , , ,

They both slept very late the next morning. Bob had been at her, on her, in her most of the night. Linda woke up feeling very relaxed, very happy. Bob stirred beside her, shoving back the coven. She looked at his naked body as he slowly left his sleep. The man had given her passion. And pleasures she never dreamed of. The one night of splendid sex had given her a deeper love for her husband.
“Morning,” Bob said slowly. His eyes crept open and he slid an arm around his wife’s waist and pulled her close for a kiss, sliding to touch down her full naked length, moving his dick to her pussy. “Oh, Bob.” She cuddled to his warm flesh.
“I sure do like your body, lady. What did you say your name was?” He grinned.
“Mazie.” She smiled back at him. “And you owe me twenty bucks, mister.”
“Sure thing, honey.” He swung his feet to the floor and stood up. Bright sunlight streamed into the room, the rays gilding Bob’s white butt, turning his tanned torn to dark bronze.
“I love you.” She remembered clearly what he had done to her last night. She loved every second of it.
“You’re beautiful, babe.” Bob walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Linda got up, put on a filmy nightgown – he’d let her wear it for about ten seconds before he stripped it off and mounted her. She touched her pussy lightly, touched where her husband had taken his full pleasure three times the night before. Plus the two he’d taken earlier in the afternoon. Five times in one day! Linda was amazed. And very pleased that he desired her that much. Very pleased.
Linda brushed her hair back and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee and get breakfast started.
Bob came down later, wearing a bathrobe.
He let her keep the night gown on all through breakfast. Bob was well into his second cup of coffee before he reached for his wife.
Spreading the filmy red garment with one hand, Bob put his fingers around a tit and tugged until there was a response in the flesh. He opened his robe to show off his rising dick. “How about we take a shower?” He touched her pussy.
“Oh, yes.” She let the gown float to the floor, standing naked in front of the man. One finger entered her snatch and the lust began to grow. She saw his cock, all the way up as he stood, shedding his robe.
“I want you.” He pulled her to him for a kiss, touching his hard-on to her cunt.
“Mmmmmmm, yes.” She shoved her boobs to him and held his ass with both hands, rotating her crotch against his prick, physical desire running through her veins. “Bob!”
“Upstairs.” He held her hand and turned to go to the bathroom. The last steps were taken almost at a run. He turned the shower on full force and hugged his wife, waiting for the water to run hot.
“You are so damn sexy.” He pulled her with him into the streaming water. The flow drenched them, plastering her hair to her head, running down between her breasts, making a small river over her pussy. His body came close, closer, touching the wet flesh, holding it, a kiss making live passion soar as they touched, hugging, the shower just barely big enough.
Bob grabbed the soap and began to foam lather over Linda’s breasts. She moaned, giggled, squealed and sighed when his hands pasted wads of thick bubbles to her snatch. She grabbed the soap away and smeared it down his chest, massaging his belly for a moment before she spread the lather all around on his thick cock. Suds plopped to the tile from his balls. He ran the foamy white bubbles around to her back, coating her round ass completely, touching right into the crack. He smeared more down her thighs, then kissed her wetly as she covered his back with soap.
Bob’s cock ran up and down across her clit, making trails of lust rasp through her flesh. She clung to him, dropped the soap and wiggled to his slippery form with total desire, her lust whipping at her legs, rampaging in her head. His muscles tightened and he leaned in, crushing her to him holding the slithery body with his arms, not quite able to get a tight grip.
“BOB!” He was in her, dining up with his prick. His hands slid to her waist, fingers pressing into the wet flesh.
He fucked carefully for a moment until he was sure of the position, then let go and heaved up, lifting the woman to him.
“Ohhhhh!” Sudden stabs of brisk happiness pinged through her cunt. Her clit thrashed with passion and she felt his heavy drives. “OOOHHH!!” The climax hit with quick pangs of ecstasy, short, sharp piercing moments of delight intense, flaring for a moment, then more, bigger bunts.
Bob kept it up as long as he could, then plunged into a fast, heavy orgasm, cock very hard, balls tight to his crotch, the jism in jolts as it tore through his dick.
The session was pure lust, love taking a back seat to physical need. Bob relaxed and let his tool slip free of the cunt.
“Yeah.” He leaned against the wall of the shower, water hosing over his chest.
“I… God, Bob. Don’t you ever stop?”
“Do you want me to?”
“No! No way.” She kissed him, smearing her tits on his dripping torso. She caressed his balls and kissed him deeply. “You are the world’s sexiest man. For real.”
“You’ve made a survey, I suppose. Taken extensive samples for comparison.”
“No, dummy. That’s not it and you know it.” She pinched his chest lightly.
“Well I know this much, you turn me on but for real!” The water sloshed over their heads. It took a while, but they finally got out of the shower.
By early afternoon, Linda had managed to get their things put away and straightened the cabin into some kind of regular neatness. When she put the broom back into the little cubbyhole behind the sink her hand knocked a key on a string to the floor. She picked it up and looked around, trying to see what door it fitted. The key was too small for use on the front or back doom and they were the only locks in the place. Except for the padlock on one of the storage rooms.
Linda needed three steps to get to the storage room door. The key fit and the lock popped open. A string hung down almost to her face as she opened the door. She pulled it and a light went on. “Oh. Oh, oh dear.”
The walls of the room were lined with chains, ropes, shackles, handcuffs, leather belts and straps; a rack of whips on the far wall took her attention. “Bob a… Bob! Can you come here? Look at all this stuff.” Linda pushed the door wide open and stepped inside. A pile of magazines, naked women in ropes and chains on the coven, stood near one corner.
“Bob… Bob, come take a look at this. It’s incredible.” She fingered some of the chains gingerly.
“Huh? What is it, honey?” He stopped in the door, taking it all in slowly.
“See? All this. It must be Uncle Frank’s stuff.”
“I’ll be damned.” He took a step inside. “Christ, look at all this. Chains… whips… straps… Jesus, your uncle sure must be kinky. Look at this stuff.” He picked up a magazine and leafed through it.
“No wonder he keeps the room locked up. This is… I don’t know what it is… weird, anyway.”
“Bondage. That’s what it’s called. Some guys like to tie women up before they screw them. Look.” He showed Linda the magazine. Women dripping chains, their flesh twisted by straps tied tightly, breasts crushed by belts.
“I sure wouldn’t want to try that! Do… do you want stuff like that?”
“I like it just the way we do it. Plain and good and lots of it.” He looked at another magazine.
“I never knew this about Uncle Frank. I never even dreamed he’d go for something like this.”
“Whatever gets you turned on, I suppose.” Bob looked at more pictures.
“Hey, here. What’s this?” She took a cardboard box from a shelf behind the door. “Look!” She held up a gigantic dildo, two feet long, as thick as a baseball bat. “Isn’t that the craziest thing. Look at it.” She held it close to her husband’s face.
“Hey, have I got to live up to that?” The dildo was flesh pink, an exact copy of a hard-on.
“Uh, well… now that I look at it.” She held the base to her husband’s crotch, making it stand up like a real erection. “Maybe that might be kind of fun. Yeah.”
“And maybe I’ll throw you down and use this on you.” He took a set of chains from the wall, rusty iron cuffs it the end. “Maybe that would be fun, too.” He smiled broadly.
“There’s more in here.” She fumbled through the box. “Look!” She held up two more dildos. Closer to normal size, but one was rough, almost like a pine-cone, the other had short spikes set all around it, very thick, the end wider than a doorknob.
“God damn!” Bob stared at the fake cocks. “I’ll sure have to take a close look at Uncle Frank the next time I see him.”
“Bob, be nice. He did lend us the cabin. And we really shouldn’t be in here at all. He did have it locked up.”
“Okay… But please, don’t say anything. Okay?”
“All right. I won’t if you won’t.” He looked through another magazine. “Some of this photography is pretty good. Nice clear focus. Good color, too. Sharp.”
“Sure. That’s what you look at them for. Like art.”
“Well, I’ve never seen stuff like this before.”
“Neither have I.” She looked at the bristly prick closely. “I wonder what Uncle Frank uses this for?”
“For screwing. If he can’t get it up, at least he can put something in the poor girl.”
“Maybe so. I wonder what it would feel like.”
“Linda!”
“Well. I can think about it, can’t I?” She touched the tip of the dildo to her crotch.
“If you’d rather have that than me, well, I guess there’s just no hope for our marriage,” he said lightly.
“With something like this, maybe I wouldn’t need a husband.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
Bob raffled a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs at her. “I’ll show you who’s boss around here. Chain you to the wall and put it to you when I feel like it.”
“If you put something like this to me, I wouldn’t mind that a bit. I bet a gal could really get off with something like this up her snatch.” Linda plunged the dildo against the front of her capris. “Oh. Oh. I can feel it now. All big in me. So big. So hard. So hot. Oh!” She gave a very fake groan of thoroughly synthetic passion.
“Well, if that’s what you want.” Bob took another dildo and shoved it toward his wife’s cunt. He touched the front of her pants and she spread her legs, eyes rolling in mock lust. “Fuck me,” she called hornily.
Bob kept jabbing with the plastic dick and leaned over to give her a real kiss.
“Yes. Tiger!” Linda slung a loop of rope around his neck and hauled him close. “Make me feet it!” She spread her legs and tightened the rope.
“I sure as hell will.” Bob grabbed her arm and twisted, shoving her back to the wall. She leaned between hanging chains and he strung one from the hook across below her breasts and pulled up, lifting her tits. “How do you like that?”
“You can’t hurt me!” Linda almost choked him with the rope. Her free hand groped down and squeezed at his dick.
“Oh yeah?” He strung another chain across her belly. The feel of her fingers groping at his crotch got to him. He tugged the chain tighter so the links bit into her skin under her thin blouse.
“Big man,” she jeered. “Big strong man!” She crushed his prick.
“Bitch.” He forced her against the wall with both hands on the chains and shoved his crotch to her body. It had started as just play, but now there was lust seeping from his nuts. He felt her boobs, no bra, press, to his chest. “I’ll shot you what a man is.” His fingers grabbed for a tit.
Linda wasn’t sure now if he was playing. But she liked the aggressiveness, the strength he showed with her. And she could feel the stiffness rising in his cock as he pressed against her. “Haaaarrr!” She hissed and made a claw with her fingers.
“Yeaaa!” Bob snarled as his fingers clamped to her breast.
Linda raked his chest with her clawed hand.
“God damn!” There was a trickle of pain and Bob tore at her blouse, popping two buttons and baring the boobs. He grabbed the chain again and hauled it up between the tits.
“Bob!” Linda was surprised at the sudden anger. “Hey, take it easy.”
Bob let the chain go slack but held it in place. “Uh, yeah. Maybe so.” He kissed her, shoving against the bare tits. The chain raffled free and he held her with both arms, his kiss warm now, desire returning to his crotch.
“You still want something big and hard up here?” He touched her pussy lightly.
“Mmmmm. You know it.” She hung to his shoulders with bath arms, licking at his lips. Her nipples became firm against his shirt. “Big and hard and strong.”
“Maybe I’d better see what we can do about that.” His fingers toyed with her breasts.
A throb of need entered her clit. “I love you, Bob.” The kiss became heavily arousing for her as his arms pulled her close, held her tenderly, his tongue digging into her mouth, probing with fast touches, feeling her tongue, their lips stretched wide.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed. “Yes. That’s it. Yes.” His fingers crept into her pants. She felt him pop the top button and moaned as his hand eased toward her cunt. When a finger touched her clit she took her hands from his shoulders to remove her blouse. The light garment dropped to the floor and she leaned back, the chains cold along her spine.
Bob pried her capris down past her hips and exposed the twat. Two fingers rosined eagerly around the soft opening.
Linda stepped out of her pants and stood naked as her husband kissed and groped her. Reaching back, she took a length of chain, held it far a moment, then slung it around Bob’s waist.
“Love slave! That’s what you are. A slave to my desires.”
“Yes. Yes, oh, mistress!” Bob fell to his knees and buried his face in the cunt.
Linda spread her legs and the fire began to stitch itself through her pussy.
“Naked. I want you naked. I want all of my slaves naked.” She pushed him away with her knee.
“Yes. Yes, mistress.” Bob yanked off his shirt and scrambled to get out of his shoes. “Just don’t beat me.”
“I will do whatever I want to with you. Worm!” She tossed her head and took a whip from the rack. “I want you naked. Now.” She hit the floor with the whip. “Naked!”
“Yes, yes.” Bob tugged off his jeans and threw them across the room.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Linda dropped the whip and went to her husband, arms spread wide to embrace his nude figure. His cock hung thickly over his balls, partially firm. She felt it rise on her leg when they hugged. She could not keep pretending with the gear, the real man, the real desire, was all she wanted or needed.
His hard-on touched at her cunt and her body yearned for the feel of it inside, stroking in the match.
Bob held his dick lightly with three fingers and touched it to his wife’s cunt. “I am sure glad I married you. It would be a crime for some other guy to have you.” He put a couple of inches up the waiting cunt. “Oh, God!” His hands cupped under her tail and he lifted her to his long prick.
“Yes!” She spread her legs and tried to cling to him but he slipped out, the dick tightly pressed to her clit.
“Hold on a second.” He lowered her to the floor. “Maybe one of these would work better.” He picked up a dildo – the rough one, bulges and small knobs sticking all around the large shaft.
“Oh, Bob, I…”
“Want to try it? See which one you like better?” He touched the pink plastic tip to his wife’s twat. “How about it, Linda?” An inch or so of the dildo touched into her, spreading the flesh.
“I… well… I want you, Bob.”
“Maybe this one?” He touched the spiny dildo to the pussy, easing an inch inside. “Want it?”
“Bob, I…”
“Or this.” He stood up, holding the giant prick beside his own. “For comparison. I’m the one on the left.”
“Bob.” She started to giggle.
“It’s not funny. Not at all. Here your husband is, trying to see whether a piece of plastic can give you more satisfaction than his cock and you laugh. Or are you laughing at my cock.” He leaned in close to her face, not, smiling.
“No. It just… it looked… silly. That… that thing sticking up there.”
“What’s silly. My cock? You didn’t think it was silly last night. You didn’t think it was silly this morning in the shower.” He put the end of the giant plastic prick to her cunt and shoved. “Is that silly?”
The end gouged at her box. “Bob. Hey, that’s too big. It’ll hurt.”
“Maybe it’s supposed to hurt. Maybe it’s used to tear women in half. Punish them when they laugh at their men.”
“Bob, I didn’t mean that. And you know it. Now come on.” She turned away from the huge tool.
“Linda. I want you.” He moved to her, holding the giant cock above his head. “Suck it!” He touched it to her mouth.
Linda licked playfully at it. “Tastes awful. Like plastic. Yucck!”
“Not like the real thing, huh?”
“Not at all. And it’s cold, too. And there’s not soft skin around it. It’s just all hard.” She shoved it away. “I want this one.” She lunged for Bob’s crotch, one hand grabbing for the shaft, mouth wide open to take hold of the end.
Bob fell back, pretended to stumble, grabbed for her and they tumbled to the floor, Linda holding tight to his dick, sucking as soon as she got her mouth around the wide end.
“That’s nice.” She took the full tool down her throat.
“Feels nice, too.” He stroked a boob. “Damn nice.”
“Better than plastic!” She kissed his balls. “A whole lot better!” One nut got sucked in, her tongue rolling it until it dripped with saliva.
“Suck it, honey. Suck my cock.” Bob spread out flat on the wooden floor. Stray stands of blond hair whisked over his thighs as she rotated her head. “Nice. Yeah. Do it, Linda. Suck me. Yeah.” He moved his hips up slightly, fucking the warm mouth as it pulled on his hard meat. “Good.” His eyes swept over the bondage gear lining the walls.
“Hey, how about we try some of this stuff? See what Uncle Frank gets out of it. Just a little. What do you say?”
“I’m happy now.” She licked at his stomach.
“Just once. What the hell? Okay?”
“Well… if you want to. Maybe… just a little. It’s kind of scary.”
“It’ll just be for fun. Just do a little. And we’ll stop any time you say so.” Bob stood up. “Maybe just tie your hands. Yeah.” He took the chrome-plated handcuffs from their peg. “Here, honey.”
“What do I do with these?” She held them like they might bite.
“Put it on your wrist.” Bob picked up the whip she had dropped. “I’ll show you who the true master is.” He cracked it in the air.
“Is this right?” She held up one arm, the sparkling metal dangling from the wrist.
“That’s good. Yeah.” He fucked the handle of the whip under his arm and took a leather belt from the other wall. “How’s this look?” He stretched the wide belt across his stomach. Black nail heads gleamed from the surface of the shiny brown leather.
“It’s kind of… sexy. Yeah. Makes you look fierce. It really does.”
“Okay.” Bob slung the belt around and buckled the four narrow straps on his side, puffing it down tightly so some flesh bulged at the top and bottom. “Like that, Linda?”
“I kind of do. Yeah.” She looked at him, new desire beginning to pow as she saw the muscular power of his body highlighted by the leather.
Bob sorted through some of the other equipment. “You need some leather, too.”
“Like what?” She looked around the room.
“Maybe… here. This should do it.” He took a tangled harness and handed it to Linda. “Put it on, honey. See how it looks.”
“What is it, anyway?” She held up the straps, frying to figure out which way it went.
“I think it’s sort of a girdle thing. Look. Your legs go through here. Like this.” He held the equipment for her, stretching the snaps apart.
“Oh, yeah. Like panty hose, only just for my thighs. Yeah.” She put one leg through and stepped into the other half of the harness, hauling it up so it clung around the top of her legs. A patch of leather stuck just below her cunt. A pair of belts ran up from the leg loops, a wide strap with brass buckles fastened to them to go around her waist. “This is kind of wild.” Linda cinched the strap across her belly.
“Yeah. I kind of like that.” He ran his hand over her pussy, touching the leather patch below it.
“What’s this for?” Linda touched a couple of the rings that hung from the straps on the sides.
“I guess to tie things to. Thongs or ropes… something like that. They’re set in with rivets.” He tugged at the rings. “Or maybe they’re just to get a good grip. Like this.” He ran his fingers through the rings at her hips and drew her to him, touching his dick to her snatch. “You know, this could be real handy.” He kissed a tit and slid his tool on her warm twat. “Nice.” His arms crushed her body to his.
“It is kind of nice.” The straps pressed into her skin. She got her fingers to his broad belt and hauled them more firmly together, the studding on his leather cool on her flesh.
“I can see where a guy might really go for some of this stuff.” He made fuck-moves toward her box.
Linda spread her legs and the dick touched inside. “It is sexy, somehow.” She warmed to him, feeling light pricks of delight with her cunt.
“Reilly!” He let her feel more prick, crouching a little to move in securely. His knees brushed the inside of her thighs and he eased more cock into the cunt.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” She caressed his butt and nibbled at one ear.
“No. Not yet, anyway. I’d like to play with some of this stuff for a while.”
“Okay. Anything you want.”
Bob carefully made a few slow strokes with his rod, both hands massaging her boobs. Lust washed over his crotch. “I sure do love your body.” He put all of his tool into her.
“I love you. All of you, Bob.” She kissed his head.
“You need something for your breasts.” Bob withdrew from the box. “You’ve got leather, so how about… chains.”
“Hey, take it easy.”
“It’s okay. I’ll just sort of drape them around you. Not tight or anything.” He picked up a length of steel chains and laid it across her chest, going from one shoulder down between the mounds toward the opposite hip. “See. That’s what these rings are for.” He wrapped the chain through the circle. Another length of chain was draped crossways, tied off to the other hip.
Bob stepped behind his wife and took the hanging ends of chain below her shoulders, crossed them and wrapped them under the belt across her waist, tugging to make them slightly taut. “Is that comfortable for you?”
“It’s okay. Kind of chilly, bout it’s warming up.” She looked around at him. “How do I look?”
“You look sexy as hell.” His hands cruised over her tits. The links held the boobs apart. The nipples hardened against his touch and he bore down until she gave a small moan. He tugged at the chain, pulling the breasts farther apart.
“Just bitchin’.” Bob covered one tit with his mouth, sucking at the firm nipple. His hand followed the chain down to her leg, then moved across to her snatch. The cunt firmed instantly when his thumb caressed it and he curled a finger into the pussy.
“Mmmmm, Bob. Bob.” Desire twitched from her snatch. She touched her husband from chest to crotch, fondling the heavy balls, stoking the hard prick. His mouth went to her opposite tit and her pleasure deepened. A second finger went into her box and she felt the warm flow of cream begin.
“Why don’t you lie down?” Bob whispered. “Right on the floor.” He pushed her back.
“Here?”
“Sure. Might as well do it all the way with the gear.” He guided her butt until it touched the boards. As she stretched out he crouched between her legs, the end of his dick brushing over the broad leather strap across his belly. “Sexy as hell.” He lowered himself until his chest dipped to her tits and his dick touched her snatch.
Bob went into the cunt with a quick jab. The hist raced from his crotch and he fucked with strong drives, jamming into the tight tunnel. His hands got to the rings at her hips and he pulled up, forcing her crotch to his, making her take all of his dick. He felt the chains on her torso rub on his skin and slithered against them. His arms held her hips in a solid grip and he screwed faster, more energy behind the drives, his legs braced on the floor.
“God damn.” Bob loved the wild feelings that swirled through his body. “Shit. Oh. This is great. Oh, yeah!” He shoved full strength into his wife. “God damn!”
“Bob. Oh. Hey, yes! I like it when you do that.” Her passion soared when she felt his strength drive against her. She sensed the power of his lust and the heat stung out of her clit.
Bob grunted as his lust surged. Spasms of frantic desire burst and he hammered at the woman. Need, pure physical longing, took control and he felt the wild pleasures crush his crotch into a field of live fire. One soaring crest of total pleasure shimmered from his head to his balls and he leaped into his climax, thrashing, arms like steel bars holding the woman to him, cock fining as it hosed cum into the soft twat. Ripples of ecstasy passed through his flesh.

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